We have a 4 year old as of TODAY!

Well, it happened, we have a 4 year old. Do you know what 4 year olds are good at. "Lifting stuff," according to Foxtrot. He is now super strong and can life things like "tables, rocking chairs, and babies." Each day comes with new excitement. 

This weekend we celebrated his new strength with a "Mountain" birthday. He wanted to camp out with all his buddies in the mountains, but I said "no." And instead, we had a mid-day camp out. And I think he enjoyed it.

 Check out this happy camper!

We made bug juice, complete with blueberry tea, bubbly water, and honey.

We had a Trail Mix bar and Cheetos.

The kids made HoBo bags and trooped around the farm.

And we set up lots of tents to play in.

We also set up balloons. No birthday is complete without balloons.

Although Foxtrot asked that instead of giving him gifts, his party guests donate to the Washington Trails association, his Pop Pops still got him a new big boy bike, complete with peddles. 

He was a natural!

He had a great party!

I'm sure Foxtrot wished for Legos and t.v. time.

And here he is. . . The new 4 year old! 

Always moving, jumping, thinking, asking, talking, and dancing!

And itching his bug bites! (Because he is "delicious.")

Our little family of 4 has a 4 year old!

A very goofy family of 4 has a very goofy 4 year old!

Did I forget to tell you?

Foxtrot is 1 year old. Yip Yip! I can't believe that a whole year has gone by since the last time I washed the windows. (Yes, my water broke while I was washing windows.) We can still see through them despite the last 6 months of rain we have been having in the northwest. But for Foxtrot's birthday, the sun came out, the temperatures rose above 55, and we all walked bare footed in the grass. A year ago Papa Foxtrot and Mama Foxtrot we just Alpha Foxtrot and Charlie Foxtrot. Now, neither of us can imagine a life without our little boy. <insert sappy stuff>

So. . . We threw a party to celebrate . . . .

Complete with a Balloon banner. . ..

and wheelbarrow rides.

We had Good Good Good Food and meat from Here. . . 

A delicious and easy cake that I made 4 times that week . . .

We sang Happy Birthday . . .

And shared cake.

I made Foxtrot a sweet party hat (not on the day of the party . . . but)

Foxtrot requested more cake. . .

And he got it  . . .

"Mama and Papa have no idea what they are in for."

Along with everything that stuck to it.

Such a lovely day. You've come a long way baby!

Misssed all the Spring Baby Birthdays . . . Yikes!

With summer solstice less than a week away I find myself wondering what happened to spring? Foxtrot has many relatives with birthdays in the spring. Like ...

Sister Stone

Brother Stone

Jagie

Uncle Roscoe

Auntie T-Bone (tomorrow!)

AND

Papa Foxtrot

Mama and Papa Foxtrot stayed away from Foxtrot for a whole night. We hit the town with some friends,  danced until they closed down the bars,  and found a sweet little park across the street from the hotel. We drank a few more with the resident raccoons. It was absolutely fabulous. The hotel was darling. No television or real locks on the doors, that actually looked to be old offices of sorts. A shared bathroom on each floor. The woman's bathroom had a large claw foot tub. And yes, the hotel address was 605 and a half. We should have been swing dancing during the first great depression in cherry tobacco filled bars. It was very romantic.

We also drank a few beers in the long front staircase up to the hotel. It was shiny and bright and had the perfect feel for some late night conversation.

Oh, how nice it was, to be just two, for just a short while.

We could never stay away too long from this little monster.

Happy Birthday Spring Babes!